Your chapter, evil sirs and madams.
Jessa wipes her sweat covered hair from her brow as she finally glimpses her destination. The wall of the Elven city seems to coalesce out of the jungle, a wooden rampart of tree trunks grown together as if they were one tree. High above in the wall's canopy, she spots elven archers keeping watch...
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